Luyện nghe bài hát Thisisme

"i love the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" -->
(repeat 2x, then 2x 'common' at the end of each line)
it out
Good morning... be at calm, I'm
Huh! it's me
Is it me you're for? (yup)
For the perfect beat, sweetly
I'm fresh, I clean, but I can't whistle
*attempt at whistling* psss, I'm buggin
While no dug in the crates, I dug in my
And picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't any time
To waste, I'm hip... even trip
To an travel agent now we fly for free
I can be fly for free, you want flyer to read
buy from me
I got the flame like u-i-c but I be,
Some of the illest chillest cats you may see
In life if you get one
Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because get done
Here it comes I'm as as cain to get raw
why the dj's mix me, I'm gonna bust dickses
Not da so save all your threats
I'm to go and also I'm rets
Rhymes I wrecks affects the
to the preps in the polos, the studs with pros
Hoes who wheeze, the to the dreaded
To with butters, high rollers and rollers
Players with studs with stocking caps I be rocking raps
Til I
Niggaz play my about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see
Hi c, I'm at last
I'ma free man, free as the be
And an early bird, I'm special
But you ain't that special, as investor
So to myself I say
I'm glad you had the patience, you have the patience
thisisme
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
Whassup scony rony I'm boney homey
stoney (common) you know me!
Off the gp see me on the tv
Talkin it ez, and they was like "he ain't hardcore!"
But hardcore is far more bats and gats
It stems to the roots of being true
gonna get me me, you just get you you
What I look like, about some shit I ain't do?
I ain't shoot nobody I shank nobody
I ain't nobody, it wasn't us it was them!
The warriors, I'm a warrior and still don't to show no gun
It takes one to know one, and no one can me
How to be, i'ma be me, aight?
I'm a man, now check it
"i the way I am and can't nobody out here change me" --> krs-one
Common!
(repeat 3x)
sometimes, sometimes, I get a good feeling!
When I'm chillin at the flat, at the wall
Wondering can I off of it, I'm off a bit
On the mic I be talkin
But say my talk don't make no sense
I'm tryin to make the dollars, my told me
To go to school and be a scholar, but school for me
So don't even go there, I'm out of nowhere, to go where
Probably in seven years, I won't have no hair
But not only am I the hair club president, I'm a client
I come off like a toupee, I have to pay 2pc dark
A raider never lost the ark/arc, on the shot
But now when I rock, I be all out of breath
My boy adefo wanted to be a
But he went down south, and fell in love call me
Cause love is gonna getcha i'ma
I'm b.j. my arm is strong and I stretch ya
Styles from east to west, all the country
I'm like that big fat one niggaz when bumpin
I probably would get bumped if I was a gangster
But I am a gangsta, me the gangsta of love!!!
I love music, I love my momma
I myself, I love you, and you love me
And -- I'm out
(krs plays in background)
Yo I wanna say to my moms, my grandmomma
Lil chandra, and john, yo rest in peace to my stella
My sides moms, ron's moms, moms, corey's moms
Who are these people be themselves y'all, peace em out
Common! (4x)
(krs is cut and scratched to end)